"
"Nick Karboe; N. K.," murmured Average Jones, laying a hand on the
abandoned field glass. "Who is this man Karboe, Mr. Bendig?"
"Junior partner of Noble and Gale. He puts out their advertising."
"Any connection whatever with Mr. Carroll Morrison?"
"Why, yes. Before he went to pieces he used to be Mr. Morrison's
confidential man, and lately he's been doing some lobbying for the
association. I understood he'd quit it again."
"Quit what?" asked Waldemar. "Drink?"
"Worse. The white stuff. Coke."
Average Jones whistled softly. "That explains it all," he said. "A
cocaine fiend on a debauch becomes a mental and moral imbecile. It
would be perfectly in character that he should boast of a projected
crime."
"Very well," said Waldemar, after the sporting editor had left, "but
you don't really connect Morrison with this?"
"Don't I! At least I propose to try. See here, Waldemar; two
months ago at a private dinner, Morrison made a speech in which he
said that men who interfered with the rights of property, like
Governor Arthur, were no better than anarchists and ought to be
handled accordingly.
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